We're broke in New York City The F train takes us home Our wide-eyed ways may look like A wreck where we're from It's harder than we thought it'd be We're losing blood with every beat Our song is not a dying dream You're not alone, you're not alone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8P6eW5SCVw Well, now that all of [...]
year one, the poem.
felt your hot breath and your tears falling to my chest as we feared together, things to come. i sat quietly, your arms around me, with lightbulbs in my head turning on. thinking when we're old, if we make it there... i don't believe in promises, but this i swear: i know you'll love me [...]
keep going
I need to get back into writing. Waiting for inspiration to strike, as a true artist does lol, isn't working for me. I have always described my blog as writing about Jesus and culture. While that's true and that's what I like to write the most, I always take my time with those posts. I [...]
guns.
My husband says that even though I know people are never going to do the right thing, I still expect people to do the right thing. I hold high standards. Sometimes those standards aren't really fair because I form the ideas of what I want people to be based on what will make ME happy [...]
just today
I drafted a post for my first wedding anniversary. I had planned to tell you all about my first year of marriage and, in my infinite one year of marriage wisdom, tell you what I learned. But, as a true artist, I just wasn't feeling it that day. Instead I wrote a poem about how [...]
tower and fall
I was building a super tall taller-than-you lego tower with my fave little 2 year old bud a few nights ago. TBH I've learned more from working with kids the past two years than I learned like... my whole life? Anyway, I'll call him Kid in this post since I don't love naming names in [...]
Protected: when ego meets truth
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